Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.